Hiko's mood brightened. With his successive arrangements, even the fleets under the famous pirate crews of the New World had been beaten so badly they could not fight back. Given just a little more time, he could fight even the main fleet of the Four Emperors.
The overall situation was now settled, and this battle had not even lasted two hours.
At this rate of annihilation, after dealing with the BIGMOM Pirates' fleet, they would still have ample time to prepare for the Blackbeard Pirates' attack.
The BIGMOM Pirates were in a miserable state. There were still quite a few surviving pirates, but they no longer had the strength to resist their enemies' attacks. Their casualties kept mounting, and many commanders aboard the ships had either died or been severely wounded. After bombarding the enemy for so long, they had somehow failed to close the distance and turn the tide with their advantage in close combat.
"Where is the Germa Army? Why haven't they come yet?" someone roared in despair.
"Exactly! Where is the Germa Army?" Many still refused to give up on that final straw that might save them.
A commander gave a bleak smile. Half his body had been blasted to pulp, and his flesh was mangled from head to toe. Clinging to his last breath, he slowly walked toward death. "Heh! Don't you understand yet? They were just fooling us, giving us hope so we wouldn't give up the will to survive. If the Germa Army had really come, they would have joined the battle long ago..."
The news that the Germa Army was returning had been nothing more than a lie to fool them?
This terrible news quickly spread everywhere. The morale aboard every ship instantly plummeted to rock bottom, and all the pirates fell into